I Am

I am calm.

Gliding on paper wings,

A light rain, no hail,

No wind.

I am a city,

Sky-scrapers, metal grey, smooth –

Clean, unflinching

In the face of war.

I am a forest,

Growing slowly – gradually

Over the years,

Each flower fills my soul,

But it’s too subtle to notice them

Appear.

I am art.

My body is perfectly curved,

My limbs write a story

In the fading light,

And I am not in love

With anyone

But I am in love with

The world

And its ideas

And the face of

God.